Violence of a Lifetime

This is the climax of my story.
As a single tear is shed
From the eye of our main character.
Blood spills from the sides of the tub,
Submerged in woes and regrets long forsaken.
Our protagonist dies
As the antagonist is lost from her eyes.

You can try to read between the lines.
The search is futile.
The reason was simple,
She was sick of living like she was dead.
She was sick of constantly dying.

Blood is shed
On the battle field of her bathroom floor.
"I've been dead since age 11,
But you're the reason my heart stopped beating."

(sorry, this is really dark, it just reminded me of the things people who I am close to have to deal with)